Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 387 My Throat Is Itchy

“Mr. Newton, if you have something against me, you can tell me directly.” Yuliana sat in her chair and looked at Craig in front of her with a calm gaze.

Craig smiled. “You’re the boss, and I’m just an employee. How would I ever dare to have an opinion about you?”

There was nothing wrong with the man’s tone of voice, but Yuliana noticed a hint of mockery in his words. Craig’s capability was obvious to all. For the past year or so, without Craig’s help, Yuliana wouldn’t have been able to secure her position, nor take care of Glory Corporation well.

Furthermore, it could be said that Craig was much more suited to be the person in charge of Glory Corporation than she was.

Yuliana looked at him, and after a long moment of silence, she uttered, ‘Mr. Newton, I hope you won’t bring your personal emotions into your work. If you have something against me, you can just talk to me about it.” Craig’s gaze toward her was icier than before. He leaned against the chair and smiled. “Ms. Livingstone, who do you think made it possible for you to sit in that seat and say those things to me?”

Yuliana was taken aback by his words, but she swiftly regained her senses and came to understand why Craig was behaving so abnormally.

“So, are you feeling indignant on behalf of Christopher? Yuliana cut straight to the chase. Anger flitted across her eyes as she continued after a brief pause, “Mr. Newton, do you need me to remind you that I have divorced him? Glory Corporation used to be Christopher’s, but now it belongs to me. He needed to give it to me, and I deserved it. I didn’t steal or rob him of the company. In fact, I got it legally. Perhaps, do you think that once a woman marries a man, she can only be tied to him for the rest of her life and be branded as his?”

Yuliana’s words rendered Craig speechless. Naturally, he knew that she was right, and his personal emotions and bias had gotten in the way of his usual rationality.

Realizing this, Craig instantly adjusted his emotions and apologized, “I’m sorry, Ms. Livingstone.”

Yuliana didn’t intend to accept his apology. She put her hand on the mouse and shifted her gaze toward the display screen, saying, “I’ve said what I needed to say. You may get back to work, Mr. Newton.”

Craig had more to say, but when he saw Yuliana’s icy expression, he swallowed his words and didn’t utter them aloud.

He then got up and walked out of Yuliana’s office. After hesitating for a moment, he whipped out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang for a long time, yet no one answered it.

Thus, Craig hung up and stopped calling the number.

On the top floor of Prestige Club, Christopher was lying on the 6.5-foot-long couch with his eyes closed and cigarettes in his mouth. The smoke was almost clouding the entire space, and there was a wine glass in his hand that was hanging off the side of the couch. There was only half a glass of alcohol in the glass.

After taking a puff of his cigarette, Christopher took a sip of wine, and the liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His phone had fallen to the ground and was ringing non-stop. The sound was ear-piercing and gave him a throbbing headache.

he sat up from the couch and threw the wine glass into the

wine glass was shattered

hitting his own head, but the throbbing sensation made it feel as if his head was about to explode. His emotions were in disarray, and

phone was still

and threw it into the corner, just like he did to the wine glass. moments

quiet,

couch, and

throbbing pain in his head wasn’t resolved at all and

opened his eyes, picked up the half bottle of spirits left on the table, and drank the liquor directly from

burning sensation in his stomach seemed to relieve the severe pain in his head for a

pain spread throughout

open and was staring blankly in a direction.

toward him. He reached

next time he woke up,

the bed and was

movement on the hospital bed, he lifted

you were dead.”

placed his arm on his

as intense as before, there was still a strong

for a while, and sighed. “Is your headache a sequela that developed from your time

answer and continued to

Raymond lost his patience and kicked

up. You’re giving me a fucking headache.”

could only tamp down his anger and sit back down. “Forget it. I won’t hold you

eyes. Only when he felt more awake did he lift the blanket and sit up.

very bright

Christopher couldn’t have

with cold water. He relieved himself, then emerged from the restroom and kicked Raymond’s chair, asking. “What time is

three o’clock in the afternoon.”

After thinking for a

then turned around and walked